About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Harrod’s Creek Auto Service closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift from the workshop. No one could quite identify it—neither an engine nor a generator—but it always seemed to come from deep within the building. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked if anyone heard that noise. A neighbor chimed in, ‘Oh yeah, I’ve been hearing it too!’ They both peered into the darkened garage, but saw nothing more than old tools and dusty tires. Turned out, it was just an old radio tuned to static, left on overnight.
2. On foggy mornings, when Harrod’s Creek Auto Service opened its doors, a peculiar scent of fresh coffee wafted through the neighborhood. It wasn’t just any coffee—it seemed to come from inside the workshop itself, even though no one ever saw anyone brewing it. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by for his usual oil change and asked curiously, 'Who’s making that heavenly brew?' The mechanic shrugged, smiling mysteriously, ‘Must be a ghostly customer who drops off their car in the night.’ Ever since then, whenever someone mentioned the café-like aroma, everyone nodded knowingly—even though nobody had actually seen or smelled anything unusual.
3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Harrod’s Creek Auto Service and asked the mechanic, ‘Hey, why does your shop smell like fresh-baked cookies every Wednesday?’ The mechanic just shrugged and said, ‘I’ve been asking myself that same question!’ Finally, an old neighbor walked in and winked, saying, 'It's simple really—every Tuesday night, I bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies for the whole town, and on Wednesdays, their scent wafts right through the open garage door!' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky little secret of Harrod’s Creek.
4. At dawn, before anyone arrived for service, Harrod’s Creek Auto Service emitted an eerie whistling noise that carried through the quiet streets. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up and asked what the sound was. ‘Just our special early-morning tune,’ replied Harold, the owner. Suddenly, the whistling stopped as quickly as it started—only to be replaced by the sound of a harmonica playing “Happy Birthday.” Turned out, it was Harold’s way of greeting his regular customers.